What follows is not poetry, not even haiku (seriously, my brain is THAT fried lately), so it's just a random free-association list of various and sundry stuff that I remember from my awesome trip to Georgia...
Race- (and expo-) specific memories:
- WAY too many people in a comparatively small space (expo)--Gingah NAWT laik
- “More beer” version of Auld Lang Syne
- Watermelon!!!
- Running/walking with YMCA arms
- “Lookin’ GOOD, y’all!”
- Stopping to pet the goggle-clad chi a spectator was holding
- High-five-ing 2 AFD and 1 APD personnel, as well as a couple of spectators
- Thank God for the medical tent
- Probable mild heat exhaustion (aka mountainapalooza)
- “Needle in Cotton” (God bless you, Danny Dreyer, author of ChiRunning...)
- TOE CRAMPS!!!
- Daily mountain climbing--it’s a good thing!
- No hip pain AT ALL for 8 days--wait, WHAT?!?!?
- 60k registered, 55k finished...including ME (a record for the Peachtree...and me)!
- Frank in my Peachtree shirt
- Kitteh the Crazy Cat Lady <3 : “Dog person, my ass.”
- Princess: “Ai killz yoo wif mai eyez--PEW! PEW!”
- Camille: “Ai don’tz hatez yoo, ai wuz jus’ feelin’ a might poorleh”
- Mackeh: “Wai yoo awlwehz wakez meh up tuh scwatch mai hed? An STAWP CAWLIN’ MEH ‘SAMMEH’!!!”
- Nitteh: “Ai wuvz yoo, Aunteh Gingah!”
- Corkeh: <Zooms through room too quickly to be heard>
- Phoebeh: “Wai yoo keepz aksidentulleh cawlin meh ‘princess’...ai nawt killz yoo!”
- Scattered, smothered, diced and capped
- Rockin’ on the screened-in porch with a glass of Kitteh’s awesome iced tea
- Three words: STUFFED. PORK. CHOPS.
- Three more words: PICKED. OKRA. AWESOME!!!!!!!
- Feeding the fishies in the widdle fishie pool (pond) and giggling at how Shy Baby shakes her tail
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